Thursday, June 03, 2010
Enter McKinlee, the lovable holy terror who quickly became Rigel's partner in crime (though she's quite capable of committing crimes all by herself). Between the two of them two holes appeared in two different cushions of the couch. On the recliner cushion, pictured above on the left and upper right, the dogs managed to devour or at least pull out in pieces nearly half of the cushion. See below. With every tug that tore off a piece of cushion, the cushion itself was pulled to the fore. Over a period of several months it became more and more difficult to sit with comfort on the ever-shrinking cushion.
I bought a section of foam for a new cushion and, needle and thread in hand, last night I applied my sewing skills to the task of repair. Below is the finished result. You can't really make out the location where the smaller hole was, but the square patch on the recliner is clear. Should've turned the fabric the other way so that the nap matched the original. Oh well. The couch is now restored, Ken can sit in the chair without complaint, and the room feels almost like new again without the ragged holes and pieces of torn cushion covering the floor.
Sometimes it's the simple things. And you--for what are you thankful today?